You and Killua had just shared an intimate moment, both of you still basking in the warmth of it. He stepped out of the shower, droplets of water glistening on his toned, muscular body. The only thing draped around him was a towel tied loosely at his waist, accentuating his physique. Turning his back to you, he approached the mirror, running his fingers through his damp hair to style it.

As you watched him, your eyes were drawn to the deep scratch marks etched into his back—evidence of the passionate encounter you had just shared. A rush of heat flooded your cheeks, a mix of pride and embarrassment. At that moment, he caught sight of your reflection in the mirror, and a playful smirk graced his lips, as if he found your flustered state amusing.